Another mont of silence descended before Ulric charged forward, not giving Orros any mont to react as his fingers clenched tightly.
When he closed in, he punched with all his might, rupturing the crimson do surrounding Orros, ignoring the prickling pain eating at him as he got closer, almost giving him the illusion that a thousand tiny needles were piercing his body at the sa ti.
But he ignored all this as he subrged himself in the thrill of battle.
Watching the bloodied figure pass through the crimson mist, Orros’ eyes narrowed.
He knew the pain the do inflicted, yet seeing the youth disregard all this as he tore into it so easily couldn’t help but make him scream inwardly.
This... this was crazy. It was like the youth had gone mad! He ignored all the damage and pain in his body to launch a relentless series of attacks at him.
When Orros swung his blade at him, this ti Ulric didn’t dodge, taking in the damage and only blocking fatal attacks.
It was as if he didn’t care about his body.
The approach was ruthless, but it was definitely working.
Orros groaned, feeling multiple attacks with far stronger force than before land on his body.
Soon, his attack pattern was disrupted, forcing him onto the defensive as he was slowly pushed back, coughing mouthfuls of blood one after the other.
Yet the youth didn’t relent. It was like he was a hound. Once he tasted blood... he couldn’t stop anymore, and Orros was paying the full price for it.
This was quickly shifting into a battle of endurance, one that Orros was rapidly losing.
As he tried to block both the monstrous dark blade’s charge and the youth himself.
Even more depressing was when he finally managed to shatter the blade at a huge cost.
The youth simply conjured another one, far stronger than before, causing him to rethink his entire life choices.
A D-rank art was being overwheld by a re skill conjured by an E-rank being.
If it were another ti, he wouldn’t even dare entertain the thought as it was just too absurd.
But now, as he was facing it in real life, he couldn’t help but second-guess himself.
Who was he facing?
The number of tis the youth had exceeded his expectations in the span of the battle was already beyond count.
Until he couldn’t take it anymore. Extending his arms, he yelled out,
"Wait... stop!"
Trying to negotiate with the figure. But all words were ignored as the dark-robed youth continued his charge unimpeded.
As ti slowly slipped by, it couldn’t even be called a battle anymore as Ulric dominated the fight, overwhelming him with multiple attacks, leaving him only the chance to defend himself.
Even then, Orros couldn’t keep it up anymore.
The battle had gone on for far longer than he had expected. His art had massively drained his energy, and he couldn’t sustain it for long.
Exhaustion clung to his body before he watched helplessly as the monstrous blade charged back at him.
Only this ti, he didn’t have the strength to defend himself. Leaving him helpless as he watched it impale his chest with a sickening sound.
Agonizing pain flared as he dropped to the ground, blood pooling beneath him while gushing out in a horrific display.
Even worse, he could feel the blade impaled within him wasn’t a regular one. It absorbed his blood and life force in an excruciating manner.
With all these combined, it only pressed in a single realization as color faded from his face. Death was certain. He had... lost.
Just as the thought ford, his breath hitched as the shadow of the figure who had caused all this walked up to him.
Causing a wave of terror to wash over him.
Trembling in fear, his heart thudded wildly.
If soone had told him an E-rank being would one day make him feel true fear, he would have never believed it.
But now, as he looked at the figure, his mouth opened and closed rapidly before finally sputtering,
"A-abomination!"
It would be pure folly to think the youth was rely an E-rank being. And now he was paying for it. Watching the crimson-robed figure cowering under his presence,
Ulric’s head shook slowly before he spat,
"You stand tall before the weak, yet kneel before the strong. Pathetic."
All of it repelled him as a twinge of disgust flashed across his face.
"You are no true-blooded warrior."
Wallowing in the sha and scorn directed at him, Orros’ jaws clamped tightly.
He wanted to refute it... but it was all true.
And now that he stared at the face of death, the fear overwheld him.
Swallowing the last of his pride, he opened his mouth to beg.
"P-please... rcy," Orros sputtered, almost choking on his blood. A D-rank powerhouse reduced to this.
But seeing the youth’s face narrow, almost as if in thought, a bit of hope couldn’t help but bloom deep inside him.
The might of an additional D-rank was too great to ignore. Once he swore his allegiance, he would soon get his vengeance. One way or the other.
Crouching down, Ulric considered the figure’s offer for a mont before leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Death is the only rcy I can offer you."
Watching as the words dawned on him, as all his hopes were dashed away, the smile on Ulric’s face widened.
Before he placed his hand over his chest.
Darkness oozed out in an overwhelming manner before it encapsulated the impaled figure whole.
What followed could only be described as pure torture as soul-rending howls echoed from Orros while his body was slowly corroded by the darkness.
Only after a few minutes did they die out.
When the darkness receded, where Orros lay was now a pile of bones glimring faintly with residual energy.
As soon as the darkness sank back into his body, Ulric felt waves of soothing energy as the fatigue from the battle slowly peeled away.
As the energy from Orros’ corpse was channeled into him, it was followed by a cascade of notifications.
[Ding! You have killed a level 57 Evolved human!]
[You have gained... experience points!]
[Ding! Your darkness has devoured a level 57 Evolved human. You have gained... attribute points!]
[Ding! You have leveled up!]
[Ding! You have leveled up!]
[Ding! You have leveled up!]
[...]
Overwheld with all the notifications, Ulric almost burst into another fit of maniacal laughter.
Only barely suppressing himself as he felt his body continuously grow stronger while a dark light shrouded his body multiple tis, signaling his advancent until he lost count.
At the side, the elders stared blankly as a deathly silence descended. He had done it.
He truly wielded the strength to fight and slay D-ranked beings.
Soon, they couldn’t contain themselves, erupting into cheers while feeling his aura grow stronger in real ti.
When the light faded from his body, his injuries had noticeably lessened. But before he could delve deeper into his thoughts,
he felt soone enter his spiritual field before placing a hand over his shoulders as healing energy seeped into his body.
Turning slowly, he saw Mistress Aria’s figure.
Without uttering a word, he lifted her hands from him, causing her brows to arch in surprise.
Before she could utter anything, he growled,
"Attend to him first."
He muttered, pointing at Greyson, who had a toothy grin on his face as life slowly slipped from him.
Seeing her mouth open in protest, he growled,
"Do it."
Given that death was inevitable, there was no point tending to his condition as she couldn’t do much.
But seeing the glint in his eyes, she nodded.
"Yes, Lord."
The title of Young Lord slowly fading away. Watching her retreating figure, Ulric sighed before hurriedly rushing into the distance, ignoring all gazes cast at him.
He could sense Amber’s life force draining fast.
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